Young Jesus
Bell
Of kneeling in
The taller grasses
Breathing slow
Gives to breathing faster

Systems lean
Towards being with an ending world
I'm leaving room
For a beauty unfurled

The wind and sound
Of feet along concrete
How a feeling is a song
So incomplete

When waves collapse
They create light you see
In brightness i’ll believe
In everything

But thought with care and grace you stay
Yourself with love and wind and pain
To bloom and wilt confuse and fade
To grow like this
The grass is dreaming through the rain